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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Excepter,
Q65,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.