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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.