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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.