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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Monolake,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
June Days,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.