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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
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.