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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
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.