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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.