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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.