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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.