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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.