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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.