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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.