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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.