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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.