Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
New Order,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.