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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.