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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.