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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Fear,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.