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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.