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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.