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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.