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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.