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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
DNA,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.