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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.