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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.