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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.