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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.