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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.