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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.