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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.