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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.