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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
PIL,
Section 25,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.