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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.