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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.