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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Can,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.