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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Franke,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.