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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.