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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.