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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.