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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.