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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.