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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.