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 Burundi 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.