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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
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.