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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.