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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
MC5,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.