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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.