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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.