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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.