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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.