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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
X-101,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.