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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.