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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.