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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Godley & Creme 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
The Motions,
PIL,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.