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 Peru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.