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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.