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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.