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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.