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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.