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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.