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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.