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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Crime,
Urselle,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.