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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.