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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Index,
MDC,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
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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.