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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.