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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.