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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.