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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 cv313 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.