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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.