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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Kayak,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.