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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.