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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.