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 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.