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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
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.