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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.