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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
MC5,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
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.