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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.