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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.