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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.