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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Fear,
Index,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.