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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cameo to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.