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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
10cc,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.