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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.