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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.