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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.