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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.