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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.