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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.