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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Q65,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.