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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.