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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.