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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Audionom,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.