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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.