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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Wings,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.