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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.