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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.