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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.