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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
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.