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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 John Cale to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.