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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Smog,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.