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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.