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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.