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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.