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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Quantec,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.