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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.