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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
X-102,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.