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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.