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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Qualms,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Move,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.