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 Panama 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Scion,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.