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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.