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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Japan,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.