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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.