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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.