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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
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.