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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.