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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.