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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.