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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.