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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.