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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.