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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.