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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.