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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.