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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.