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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Erasure 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Brick,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.