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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Index,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.