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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.