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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Flipper,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
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.