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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monks 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.