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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.