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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.