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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gong to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.