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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Ossler,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.