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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.