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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
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.