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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.