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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.