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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.