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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.