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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.