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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.