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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.