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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.