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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.