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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.