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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.