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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.