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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.