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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.