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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.