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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.