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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.