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 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.