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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.