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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.