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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.