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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 a spring reverb and an organ 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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.