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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Colin Newman 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
MC5,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
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.