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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
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.