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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.