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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.