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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
The Names,
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.