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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Lyres,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.