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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
UT,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.