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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 MDC to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Slave,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.