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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.