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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.