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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.