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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.