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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.