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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.