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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Index,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.