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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Scion,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.