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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
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.