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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.