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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Deakin,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Wings,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.