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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Cluster,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.