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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.