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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
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,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.