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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Franke,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.