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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.