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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The Associates,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.