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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.