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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.