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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.