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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.