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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.