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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.