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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.