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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.