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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.