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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.