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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Can,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
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.