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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.