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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Faust,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.