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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.