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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Technova,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.