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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.