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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Visage,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.