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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Scion,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.