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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.