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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.