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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.