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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.