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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.