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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.