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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.