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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.