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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.