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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.