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 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.