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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.