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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.