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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.