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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.