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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 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?
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.