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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.