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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Nico,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
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.