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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
cv313,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.