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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.