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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.