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 Togo 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.