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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
June Days,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.