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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 MDC to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.