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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.