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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.