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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.