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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters 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?
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.