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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.