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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.