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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
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.