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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.