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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Can,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.