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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.