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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.