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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.