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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.