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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.