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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.