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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.