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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Television,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
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.