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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.