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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.