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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.