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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Magma,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.