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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Scion,
Suicide,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
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.