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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Nas,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.