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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Visage,
Lalann,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.