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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Slave,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.