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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.