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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.