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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.