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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Skaos,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.