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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.