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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.