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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.