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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.