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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.