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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.