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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.