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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.