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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.