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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
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.