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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.