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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.