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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.