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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.