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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.