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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.