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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
June Days,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.