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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.