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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.