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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.