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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.