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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.