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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Index,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.