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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.