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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 theremin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.