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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Slits,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.