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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.