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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.