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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
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.