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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.