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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.