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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.