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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.