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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
UT,
Index,
Smog,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.