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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.