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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.