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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.