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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.