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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.