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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Faust,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.