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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.