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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.