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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.