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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.