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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.