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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.