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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
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.