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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.