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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Smiths,
JFA,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.