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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.