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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
CMW,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.