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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.