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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Mars,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.