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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
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.