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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.