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 States and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.