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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pagans 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.