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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.