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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.