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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.