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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.