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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.