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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.