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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.