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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.