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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.