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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Can,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
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.