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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.