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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.