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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Wire,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.