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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.