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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
UT,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.