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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.