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 Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.