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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.