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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.