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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.