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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Interpol,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.