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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
The Index,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.