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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.