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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.