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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.