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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.