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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.