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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.