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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.