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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Slave,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.