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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.