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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.