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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.