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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.