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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.