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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.