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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.