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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.