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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.