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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.