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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Swans,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
DNA,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.