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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.