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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.