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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.