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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
The Move,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.