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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.