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 Kuwait 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.