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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.