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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.