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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 JFA to the crunk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
UT,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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.