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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.