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 United States and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.