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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers 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 rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.