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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.