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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.