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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.