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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.