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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Spokane.
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 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.