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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monks to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
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.