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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Television,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.