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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.