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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Index,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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.