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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.