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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.