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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.