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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
cv313,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
World's Most,
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.