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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.