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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
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.