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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.