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 Sierra Leone 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.