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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
PIL,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.