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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.