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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
X-101,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Organ,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.