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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.