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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.