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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.