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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.