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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The Index,
The Slits,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.