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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.