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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
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.