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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.