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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.