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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.