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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
AZ,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.