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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Index,
Fear,
Gong,
The Sound,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.