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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.