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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Fall to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Index,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.