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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.