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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.