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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.