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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.