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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
the Normal,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.