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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.