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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.