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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.