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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.