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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Associates,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.