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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.