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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.