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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.