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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.