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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.