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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.