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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.