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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.