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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flag 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Pylon,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.