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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
EPMD,
AZ,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.