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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.