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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Television,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.