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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Television,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.