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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.