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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.