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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
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.