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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Doors,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.