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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.