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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.