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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.