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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.