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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.