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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.