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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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.