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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.