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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
X-102,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.