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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.