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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.