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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.