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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Victims,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.