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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Aswad,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.