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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
cv313,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.