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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.