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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
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.