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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.