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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.