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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Japan,
cv313,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.