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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.