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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.