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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.