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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
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.