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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.