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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.