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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.