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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
UT,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.