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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Television,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
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.