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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Wings,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Crime,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.