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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
10cc,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.