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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.