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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.