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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.