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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.