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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Japan to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.