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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.