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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.