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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.