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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
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.