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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Anakelly 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.