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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.