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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.