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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.