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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.