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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
AZ,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.