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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 a harpsichord and an organ 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
the Association,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Hashim,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.