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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.