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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.