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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Interpol,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.