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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 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?
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.