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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Victims to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.