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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.