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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.