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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
MDC,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.