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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.