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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.