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 Belarus and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.