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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.