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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.