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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
The Names,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.