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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
CMW,
Smog,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
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.