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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.