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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.