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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.