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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.