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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
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.