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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.