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 Yemen and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.