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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.