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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.