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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.