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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.