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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.