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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.