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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.