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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Josef K,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.