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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Index,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.