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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.