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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.