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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.