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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
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.