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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.