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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
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.