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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 ABC to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Smog,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.