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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.