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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Television,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.