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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
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.